"Yes, the ability he displayed is very similar to the most perfect effect that the potion should produce, although I don't know where he got the potion or the experiment he was done--Osborne Industry after the first person went wrong The recruitment of volunteers was stopped. But I don’t know why he was the only one who survived successfully and possessed superhuman strength. You are the second one who survived normally after using the medicine, but your physical function still needs to be tested.” Harry Suddenly put his chin on his hand, stared back at him from the sofa, and said with a smile: "Do you think you will also become a superpower?"

"I didn't feel anything wrong except the wound healed quickly." Zemo said standing in front of Harry.

Osborne Industries is unlikely to use Peter for experiments, he knows that Peter has a guardian, it is too risky to use him for experiments, and he can see Peter almost every day at that time - this should be some accident, he will have to Ask clearly, Zemo thought.Maybe it was when Peter went to visit Osborne Mansion - and it wasn't long after that that he became Spider-Man.

When he thought of the failed product that Harry Osborn mentioned, he felt scared—he didn't know why Peter accepted the potion successfully, but the potion was undoubtedly very dangerous, if Peter's body and the state at that time were a little bit If there is a difference, it is likely to be a mutation that failed like the so-called volunteer.

He had to be thankful for Peter and his good luck.

"Maybe it's just that you don't feel it?" Harry asked interestedly. He tilted his head, picked up a book beside him and threw it at Zemo. Living with a heavy book will cause a slight pressure on the muscles.He frowned.

"And I can't spin." Zemo put the book on the small table next to the sofa.

"Well, in theory, the medicine extracted from the spider will indeed give you some characteristics of a spider—just like Spider-Man, but maybe your characteristics are just a little slow to wake up? Maybe they are all busy repairing your body. There wasn't a single part of your body that was healthy when you were rescued." Harry turned around and sat down on the sofa, picked up the book and started flipping through it.

"Where can I find distilled water?" Zemo asked.

"There are a few bottles over there in the wine cabinet, right there." Harry raised his chin to signal, and Zemo walked to the glass wine cabinet, and sure enough, he saw a few bottles of distilled water in green packaging on it.

"Do you usually drink distilled water?" Zemo asked.

"Sometimes, the doctor will restrict me when I'm seriously ill, but I don't usually like to drink that stuff." Harry changed his posture from reclining on the sofa to a sitting posture, and said to Zemo: "You You can sit next to me."

Zemo sat on the other side of the sofa and asked, "Was there anyone else beside the ruins when you rescued me?"

"No, I moved pretty fast, before the police had time to come." Harry smiled, "They always have too late to do anything."

Well, it seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. did not track down his mobile phone signal and relocate the collapsed factory as fast as Osborne. Because of the strong sense of secrecy.

"Is there anything wrong with you now?" Harry asked, still flipping the pages of his book, as if asking casually.

"No," Zemo replied truthfully, "There is still a faint pain in the most injured part, but there is no hindrance to the movement."

"You have a much better tolerance for pain than normal people." Harry obviously doubted his statement.

"I just judge by the standards of ordinary people." Zemo said.

"I thought about joining the army, too," said Harry, stretching out his legs, looking too long—"but you know, physical problems."

"It's like Captain America." Zemo said, "When he was older than you, he went to different regions and wanted to enlist in the army, but he was rejected because of his frailty and sickness."

"Later he was injected with a super serum, became a super soldier, and was manipulated by the government." Harry said, "But the serum did cure his disease and make him stronger." Harry put down the book in his hand and stared at Zemo.

"You have been chasing Hydra, do you know any news about super serum?" Harry Osborn looked a little agitated, Zemo thought, he really wanted super serum - because super serum is more stable and heals Does his genetic disease have a greater success rate?

"The latest news about Hydra that I know is that when the Starks were killed, they were trying to deliver the super soldier serum, and then the serum fell into the hands of Hydra. It has been unknown since then."

Harry was a little disappointed, he frowned slightly, and leaned his back on the sofa again.

After they arrived at the institute, Zemo went for a series of tests, and Harry went to another room for his related checks.The inspection was carried out until nightfall, and the items were so complicated that Zemo could hardly remember them.

"Mr. Vidic, the healing speed of your wound has slowed down," a middle-aged man with white hair and glasses said to him, "other physical qualities are slowly improving, but they have not reached an astonishing level. There is no problem with immunity, and there is no need to pay too much attention to food, as long as it is hygienic."

"I see." Zemo said, "Now my physical condition allows me to go out and move freely?"

"Your body still needs three to five days of observation, but due to the instability of this medicine, I think you'd better keep in touch with the Osborne Institute." The researcher pushed his glasses,

"I also think this is the best." Zemo said, but he was thinking about how to tell Peter that he was safe-the child must have been terrified when he called him before he thought he was dying.Zemo didn't want him to worry any longer.

"There are still a few tests that need to be released tomorrow, and someone outside should be waiting for you." The researcher didn't say anything, and seemed eager to study the data of Zemo's body functions in depth. He said: "You can leave."

When Zemo walked out of the inner door of the institute, he saw Harry sitting on the white sofa in the waiting room, gesturing on his mobile phone, as if he was playing a game.

"Double kill!"

Harry looked up just as the sound came, saw him, and laughed, "Hey, Bob says dinner is ready, I'm starving, how about you?"

Zemo also laughed. After a few hours of getting along, Harry Osborn was too restrained and a gentleman, which made him almost ignore that he was also a child about the same age as Peter, and he was also interested in mobile games.

"A little hungry." Zemo said, "What were you playing just now?"

"A game recommended on the app, I don't want to read a book, I just want to play casually." Harry put his phone in his pocket, "By the way, do you have anything you like to eat?"

"I don't have a particular dislike or favorite food." Zemo said, this is his standard answer, and he and everyone who asks this question say so.

"Sounds military." Harry winked at him, which made him look even more teenage.

Zemo walked out the door with him, and Harry asked: "Do you have any special hobbies? Playing ball, singing, literature or something? I am very interested in biology. If it is not physically not allowed, I would also like to try the limit." sports."

"No." Zemo said.He did have hobbies before, he used to like songs, he would listen to those gentle or intense tunes quietly in the military camp at night with headphones, but then he abandoned these hobbies, he abandoned the past everything.

"Is this some kind of military secret? Or do you just think it's inappropriate to tell me?" Harry asked.

"You don't need to know this." Zemo said, "And I have other things to do, when can I leave here?"

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